Painting by John E. Maguire I shall let the wind teach me secrets.
How it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme.
How it elevates the dying leaves in fleeting climb.
How it hastens autumn frost atop barren fields. I’m
Letting the wind teach me secrets.
How it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme.
How it elevates the dying leaves in fleeting climb.
How it hastens autumn frost atop barren fields. I’m
Letting the wind teach me secrets.
5 comments:
Ahh, secrets of the wind. You've shared them well here. I hope all is well with you. Have a nice day.
nice, I like the second line very much - How it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme -- what a wonderful thought
oh, how beautiful was this. i had seen the prompt and loved the title, yet it did not birth anything....your piece was the lines that i had wished to have written but could not....thank you for those lovely words.
"how it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme" just beautiful.
The rhythm and rhyme of this poem makes me think of Frost. Nice write.
that the wind you speak of would whisper such secrets to us all...
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